Dark Soul
My life is an open box with four walls, a dark hollow space. My inner man lives in a place where there is no carnival of celebration no rainbow of colours only where black roses bloom and silence looms. I am covered with night there is no day light no glimpse of hope.
My soul lives in never ending pain no one to speak to only walls covered in blackness there are no windows... it's lonely here can't see my reflection no mirrors. I live in hopelessness year in year out ...no future...only pain and hopelessness no freedom for my soul.
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